4.

The labyrinth of the Labyrinth City was brutal for players.

It wasn’t just about monsters appearing out of nowhere—

but also the traps that caught players off guard, leading to countless casualties.

But the most unforgiving aspect of all—

was that the labyrinth itself kept changing.

A turning corridor from yesterday might be a straight path today—

or even a dead end.

Because of this,

having Thief-class and Mage-class players in your party was essential.

Without the maps provided by the Magic Tower

or the trap-detection skills of a Thief,

players would inevitably get lost.

If a player entered without a map—

unless they died and respawned back in town,

they might never find their way out.

But—

"There are monsters ahead."

"Ah, thanks."

For Noctrynnium,

the labyrinth’s dangers were meaningless.

The Spirit of the Dark Castle.

To be precise—

a spirit bound to land, labyrinths, and mansions.

This labyrinth was his home,

and he moved through it like a fish in water.@@novelbin@@

He led the way effortlessly,

navigating twists and turns as if he had designed the place himself.

Watching this, Fiora and Leonic muttered—

— "H-He’s enjoying himself."

"Yeah, he definitely is."

They both grinned as they watched Noctrynnium in action.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat as if denying it—

but it was obvious to them.

They had spent years together.

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